About
For eleven years I worked as a night conductor on the long lines that cross Siberia, and I learned that a train compartment after midnight is the most honest room in the world. Strangers who will never meet again say things to each other they have never told their families. The rhythm of the rails loosens something. My stories grew out of those overheard confessions, carried for thousands of kilometres through the dark.
Pinned Stories
Stories (10)
A Platform for Unclaimed Daughters
1.8K 5.6
Passing Labels Across the Square
1.4K 4.3
Missing the Last Shuttle
1.4K 5.3
Making Space for the Bone Coach
1.7K 5.7
Folding the Last Ticket
1.8K 6.6
The Dormer Takes Its Turn
1.8K 5.6
The Cups Refuse Quiet
1.1K 5.6
Serving Rain at Noon
1.6K 4.6
Making Fire in Clay
2.5K 4.3
Tending Cinder Bees at Dawn
1.3K 4.1